Underground New York

The rain needled down, against my neon plastic rain coat but, soaked through my canvas shoes. You’d think I’d be depressed on such, a gloomy Monday morning but, instead I’m dragging my feet on the way to school. I love the rain. Always, manages to wash away my thoughts, I have too much of them anyways. Once I get to school I make a beeline straight to my locker, the halls are always crowded no matter how early you get to school. That’s just the way it is in New York City. Everyone needed a lock and even then there was no guarantee that your things would be there when you got back.

“Sophia, you’re all wet!” Mrs. Maine, my biology teacher pushed through the mass of students, towards me. I was one of those quiet kids who sat in the front, and gave hardly any trouble. She liked to ask me for favors, because it was impossible for me to say no. My incredible shyness was crippling. It prevented me from climbing the social ladder at our school but, I could still dream. Sometime, I dreamed too much though. Sorry, I’m rambling, aren’t I?

“Sorry,” I mumbled, tucking my raincoat into my locker. I squeezed out my dirty blonde hair, letting it drip onto the tile.

“Never mind that, would you like to wash the blackboard for me?” she smiled a sickly sweet smile. When she saw that I wasn’t going to answer she answered for me, “Thank you, you’re so helpful!”

I headed to the janitors closet to get the sponge, hoping silently that the seedy janitor wasn’t there. It smelt like a mixture of weed and dirty socks, I tried not to gag as I filled the bucket up with hot water. The school was starting to fill up more. I rushed to my advanced Biology class, and quickly wiped down the blackboard. My teacher walked in a few minutes late as usual. No one sat beside me, I felt invisible. The teacher got to teaching, when a super gorgeous boy walked in. I recognized him right away, and it was evident everyone else did as well.  New York’s most recognized playboy. He grinned at the teacher and I found myself blushing even though I knew I had no chance.  If you don’t mind I’m going to take a small pit stop in the story. I’m not pretty but, I’m not hideous. I carry my awkward 5’6 frame with as much composure as I can and have tried multiple times to add a little volume to my flat dirty blonde hair. My eyes are large doe eyes framed with long black lashes, sound pretty? They’re not, their black and scary. I hated them.  Now you see why I have no chance? Maybe, I’m just shallow. He ran his long finger through his light blonde curls, as he introduced himself. A low murmur filled the classroom.

“Hey guys, I’m Julian Frost. Nice to meet you?” he stated the last part like question. His voice was low and husky. I wish more than ever that I could talk to him.

“You can sit next to…” the teacher scanned the room looking for empty seats, “her” she pointed to me, then continued to teach the lesson. He plopped next to me. He nodded at me, so discreetly only I could see it. Half-way through the class he passed me a note on a crumpled piece of paper.

‘You never said hi me, ‘it read. I was thrilled he was talking to me, even if it was through a note. If I did talk to him, I’d probably end up making a fool out of myself, anyways.

‘Well, then hi. I’ve seen you a magazine before,’ I passed it back. I’ve seen his face splattered all over various magazines not only his but, The Cliques too. The Clique consisted of the hottest and most gorgeous people in the school. I would kill, just to hang out with them. They were royalty everywhere they walked, not just in our school. They could be seen anywhere, from music videos to, opening parties for movies. They knew the best parties, the best people and the best places. I knew right away that Julian would fit in with them.

‘Yes you have,’ he smirked, ‘what’s your name?’  He folded it back.

‘Sophia Minisky’ I gave it back. The more I warmed up to him, the less shy I got. He wasn’t mean to me but, I was still wary then suddenly Julian Frost wants too!? The teacher caught me passing the note with her eyes, but smiled and looked away. Julian looked from me to her curiously, wondering the same thing I was. I felt bad about passing notes but it didn’t stop me anyways.

“Sophia,” he whispered, “I like that name.”

After school instead of waiting for me he left the class right way. I was sort of relieved because I didn’t want to be the one to show him to all his classes but, at the same time I wanted people to see me talking to him like a normal person.  Maybe, I just made a new friend! Ugh, I’m such a geek. I escaped into the crowded, stuffy hallways. All of a sudden, the crowded parted, everyone pressed to the walls. Dropping my books in the confusion, I knew what was happening; I should have been used to it. The Clique was coming, I heard the high heels clacking, the signature sign that Winnie was coming. She was probably followed by her boyfriend, Mark, and the other two in the group.  She was so pretty; I wish I could look at least a bit like her. She stopped in front of me; her icy blue eyes looked from my fallen text books on the ground. I hated and loved the Clique at the same time. I hated how they got whatever they wanted, but loved how everyone practically worshiped them.

“These are your?” she picked up my books and handed them to me and continued to walk.

 By the time, I got to my next class I was so late the teacher made me stand in front of the class to explain why I was late. I stood there a while, my face warming up, but not saying anything. Before long, the teacher realized I would say nothing.

“You can sit down, Sophia. Please don’t be late again.” He let me finally sit down. Sweat dripped down his large forehead. How repulsive. Sometimes I think I have a issue with dirt or gross things like sweat. I took all academic courses this year even though, I was barely passing any of them. I think I’m smart, but the stuff they were trying to teach me was boring. I already learned it all. I found it easier to bury my head in a book, then to pay attention and actually do my work.

When it came to lunch, I’m a social pariah. No one talks to me and I talk to no one. I’m invisible, if you were in my school you would never even know I was there. I’m afraid when I die no one will notice and, no one would come to my funeral. But, don’t feel sorry for me. Self-pity is for losers, but look who’s talking? I think of myself as the queen of all the losers. Trust me that boost my self-esteem considerably even though it’s somewhat an insult. I don’t mind, I’m use to it. The only table that wasn’t filled was the one at the back of the cafeteria, beside a long line of garbage cans. I sat there anyways even though the smell was overwhelming. I dug around in my backpack for my hand sanitizer and my paper bag lunch. I plugged my earphones into my beat up Mp3. Actually it’s my Aunts but, she didn’t want it anymore. Second hands are passed to me.  I flipped through a magazine that someone had let there before me.  I opened up my bag of mini cinnamon heart and sucked on them savoring the taste. I hated the spiciness but, love the sweetness. Why do I even eat them? The Clique was all over the glossy pages. Winnie, obvious leader of the group was making out with a model, Mark glaring at the guy. Summer in the arms of Hollywood’s golden boy, she was Winnie’s wingman and accessory. Max was on his way to an Ivy League school and was ready to be drafted into any baseball team in America. He had some kind of on and off relationship with Summer, the tabloids were constantly tracking them. I always dreamed of being some kind of icon like them.  I tossed the magazine out. Why can’t regular people be like them? I took out my art portfolio, for photography. I had a picture of my mom’s workplace, the Frauces Travern. It wasn’t far from where I lived. Every time I went there my stomach rolled into balls of anxiety like there was something waiting around the corner. I hated when my mom brought me there when I was a child but, at the same time I looked forward to the anticipation. It was one of the oldest buildings in New York City, since it was built in 1719, I could tell there was mystery shrouding the place. I heard the overbearing murmur lessen, signaling lunch was ending. I stood up, my chair scraping against the floor. The chair bumped into someone. I looked back to give them an apologetic look, until I realized I bumped into Summer, part of the Clique. They walked everywhere as a group which at times annoyed me, Julian was tacked onto the end of the group, as I thought he would be. He winked at me and smiled. I blushed.

“Sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed by my mistake. Shame on you, Sophia, why am I such a klutz?

“It’s okay, darling,” she continued to walk on in order to keep up with Winnie who was already a few yards in front of her, her mess of perfect brown curls bounced behind her. Max gave me a lingering look as weaved his hands with Summers. A warning glance, I squirmed uncomfortably. I was about to collect my portfolio but, lying there was a plain white business card reading: DOn’T BrInG ANYonE

So this is mine and sarahs new ook. I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry i'm lame so i can't think of anything funny and witty to say off the bat. I think of something for next week (maybe) :P 

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